Summary: "Do you think this is a game? That fifty four school girls committing mass suicide is funny?" There are no happy endings in this one, just in-betweens.

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Chapter One: Say Goodbye

Tonight will be your last night

"… Holy shit."

Uchiha Sasuke sighed. "Naruto—"

"Jesus Christ, do you have any idea how much paperwork this is going to take up?" Uzumaki Naruto continued. "Because I don't. I just know that we're not going to be able to see daylight for a good few days, seeing as how we'll be swamped in complaints and official documents until we won't even remember what the sun is. Not only that, but just look at my suit! My brand new suit! Blood, all over it, you look at it, Sasuke, look! You know how much ramen I could have bought with the money I spent on this? Do you know how—?"

"Naruto. You're giving me a migraine. Shut up." Sasuke took out his handkerchief and covered his nose with it. "Come on. We need to get back to Headquarters and report to Tsunade-sama."

Naruto opened his mouth to protest, but faltered when he turned around and saw the scene that surrounded them.

There was just so much blood everywhere. It had literally splashed onto the platform from under the train.

The old lady up top was going to get one hell of a report.

"No."

"Come on, you know you want to—"

"I said no."

"But baa-chan, why not?"

Tsunade sighed. "Do you think I'm going to let a couple of amateur twenty-somethings like you two handle something this big? No, Uzumaki. I'm putting my foot down on this. I'm not letting you and Uchiha take on this case. You're too young, and far too green to know what to do. Save it for when you're older, when you've seen too much death to be as fazed. You'd be begging me not to put you on it, then."

"But it's so boring, staying in the office the whole day," whined Naruto. "Plus, we haven't had a proper case, ever. All you do is send us out to scout cases but you never let us solve them! And after a while, hearing complaints about kids spraying graffiti everywhere just gets dull. Come on, boss, let us get out just this once, you know you want to. It'll be fun—"

"That's enough, Uzumaki!" barked Tsunade. She was furious.

"You've done it now," Sasuke muttered with a smirk, as Naruto cowered under Tsunade's glare.

"Do you think this is a game?" Tsunade demanded, banging her fist against her desk. "That this is some kind of a joke? Do you think that fifty four school girls committing mass suicide by jumping in front of a train is funny? Because if you do, then you need to get the hell out of my office and stay out until you get yourself a better sense of humour." Tsunade closed her eyes and massaged her temple with her left hand.

Sasuke scoffed and glanced at his partner. Naruto didn't even have the decency to look ashamed of himself.

"Fifty four. If it were one or two, maybe even three, it would have been dismissible. Some silly schoolchildren with too many problems and not enough coping mechanisms. But fifty four. How on earth are we ever going to be able to explain this?"

Sasuke spoke up. "Tsunade-sama. With all due respect, I think the idiot over there," he gestured towards Naruto, who let out an indignant snarl, "has a point with wanting to take over this case. He and I are probably the best candidates for getting to the bottom of it."

Tsunade's eyes snapped open, and she looked at the young police detective with worry.

"Oh, no. Not you too, Uchiha. Look, the only reason I let you and Uzumaki partner up together was because I thought you were sensible. I thought that maybe you'd be a good influence, rub off on him, but if he's slowly killing off your brain cells with his idiocy—" Naruto let out a sound of indignation, which Tsunade ignored, "—then I'll have no choice but to—"

"Tsunade-sama. That wasn't what I meant. I mean, that the girls who did this," and here his eyes flickered over to the notice-board, where the pictures of the station were, covered in blood, "they were still in high school, weren't they?"

Tsunade nodded wearily.

Sasuke continued, "We don't have any idea what is going on. We don't have a clue, because nothing about this incident makes any sense at all. So we're going to need all the information we can get, naturally."

Tsunade groaned. She could see where he was going with this. Damn Uchiha and his damn logic.

"Naruto and I are the most experienced pair amongst your young recruits. Obviously, we're too old to be in high school, but we're only twenty two. We can still pass off as a couple of high school students if need be, and investigate and gather as much information as possible. Frankly, at this point in time, we're your most viable option. No one would suspect a thing."

"Oh, and what makes you think that?" challenged Tsunade. She wasn't going down without a fight, even though she knew she was going to lose this argument. Uchiha Sasuke didn't graduate at the top of his class at the Police Academy for nothing.

Sasuke arched an eyebrow. "Tsunade-sama, it's quite obvious that we're dealing with some sort of cult here. They're not going to appreciate police officials going around, banging down doors and flashing cards. It would be a lot more efficient to get the information from the inside. Naruto has the ability to befriend almost every person he meets and I'll be there to make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid. It's the perfect combination."

Tsunade had lost. She cursed Uchiha again.

"Fine. Whatever. But I don't want you two running off on your own, doing whatever you two fancy doing, completely ignoring regulations and protocol like last time, got it? I want you two to report to Headquarters every day with your findings or lack thereof, and if you two come up with nothing after a month, I'm taking you off the case. Got it?"

"Yes, Tsunade-sama."

"Alright! Okay, okay, so when do we get started? Let's go right now and see whether we can—"

Tsunade groaned and wondered what she had gotten herself into.

"Uchiha! Get your partner out of my sight, now!"

As the two detectives were leaving her office, she swore she heard Uchiha mutter, "See, that's how it's done, dumbass."

Damn Uchiha.

Hello Sakura-san!

Come and join our Suicide Club! There's a perfect fit for you here! We can die together!

Haruno Sakura stared at the characters across her screen and scowled.

"Kiba! If this is you trying to be funny, you're failing miserably, you piece of dog shit!"

Kiba poked his head out from around the side of his computer and looked across the desk at her bemusedly. Noticing the glare she was shooting him with, he said, "Yes, Sakura?"

"Idiot," she spat, her scowl widening at his feigning innocence. "Sending me random creepy e-mails; don't you have anything better to do with your free period? I know for a fact that you're failing Physics and Japanese History, so why aren't you use your time wisely and studying, instead of playing practical—"

"Sakura," he cut in, looking at her rather worriedly, "I literally have no idea what you're going on about, you crazy woman. I am studying. What do you think Shino is here for?"

Sakura peered from the top of her computer screen, and sure enough, there was Shino, looking completely oblivious (or was it apathetic?) to what had just happened.

Kiba rolled his eyes and muttered something about a girl's menstrual cycle, before letting out a frustrated sigh at his textbook, whining to his friend about not being able to understand anything.

Sakura turned back to her e-mail. Now she was really confused. There was no signature, no visible return address or any other additional information attached to the e-mail. It was probably just spam, but… how did they know her name then? Her brow furrowed as she hit the 'reply' button.

Who are you? she typed. She pressed 'send'.

Sakura let out a sigh and looked down at her keyboard. Next to it laid that day's newspaper that someone had abandoned on her train to school. Sakura had already read the article seven times, but nevertheless, she brought the newspaper closer to her and had another flip through it.

She shuddered. Fifty four. The girls were from a few schools on the other side of Tokyo, so Sakura didn't know any of them, but still… fifty four.

A soft ping! alerting her that she had a new e-mail made Sakura look up from her article. Her inbox showed the message was from an anonymous sender.

That was fast, she mused, before opening the e-mail.

We are your salvation, Sakura-san. We're your family.

You are full of sin, Sakura-san. Let's shed our blood together, and kill ourselves before we have the chance to kill anyone else. Maybe then, God will forgive us.

That's it, Sakura thought, and promptly pressed the 'delete' button, signing out of her account seconds after. She couldn't deal with creeps this early in the morning. Especially creeps who brought up religion. It was too complicated a subject to think about before lunch.

Another e-mail entered her inbox as she was leaving the computer lab to go to the library.

The world is a dark place. You don't have to be alone, Sakura-san. Everybody has a place where they belong, and there's hope for everyone.

Even you.

A/N:

So this fic, as some may have already noticed, is based on the Japanese film, Suicide Club, or Jisatsu Saakuru. The overall plot will follow through with the actual film, but the characters and sub-plots… well, not so much.

Rewritten! Nothing major, just to fix some grammatical issues & to make it flow, and what-not. This is basically because when I reread this (so I could write the next chapter), I cringed so much, it was all I could do to not delete the whole damn story. Expect other chapters to be rewritten, too!

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